1 | Perfectly Imperfect
I will forever be subjected to your recklessness. You are not perfect, but then again, you are more perfect for me than you'll ever realize. It will never dawn on you like it dawned on me.
And that is okay, as long as you l...
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I.
we officially confessed in winter. cozy sweaters and a good, hot drink; hoodies and fuzzy socks; curled up by a window with a book that smelled as good as new,
fresh, even; the soothing sound of crackling fire easily resonating with the beat of my heart that drums in my chest like fingertips on hard surfaces (the counter of your kitchen) when the feeling becomes too much. (the comfort of my leg when the anxious feeling creeps up and does its thing).
and it was everything, yet casual, all bundled up in the safety of our hearts;
i went into the bookstore for an entirely different reason, but i left with you in the back of my mind. i'm not sure if you know, but i saw you, too.
i was drawn,
it was instantaneous, and it was shown in the way that your eyes looked at me with intensity, at the same time giving off this aura of welcomeness. i greatly took notice to your expressions, which falls hand-in-hand with how much i observed you in general. your crazily swift movements, your attitude towards certain things, your reactions to something as simple as my touch. the reasons for you developing desirable feelings for me were prominent. even on day one,
which was a day where nothing was nothing out of the ordinary; it was nothing but social interaction. even if we both silently craved that social interaction. though, day one became something almost like an anniversary.
II.
a fond memory;
the day we met. i always find it funny how we met in summer, and we confessed in winter.
winter doesn't particularly just remind me of you, but i know for sure it can be said the other way around. the joy from waking up and being instantly greeted with snow; the sense of serenity through the mist of cluttered snow; the blanket of snow that covers you, the sheets of it you glance at during your morning journalism; the way winter captures your soul,
(just for safe keeping).
warm freshly baked cookies / soft mittens embracing cold fingers / snowflakes gently laying on top of rooftops / pale bright sunlight seeping through the clouds / snow settling gently on trees like powdered sugar / glasses overflowing with drinks amidst giggles and smiles and murmurs and kisses / sweaters and coats and blankets draped over arms / long, easy conversations over cups of coffee / biting gusts of wind / soft feelings dripping from hearts-it's all you.
the joy i get from a wrapped present being opened by my shaky hands is the same joy i get when our eyes meet; the same joy i get when we smile just at the sight of one another.
III.
when i look at you i think of sappy, cliché love songs. when i look at you and your caramel eyes, i think of quotes spoken from poets who are nothing but people who speak from the heart. they speak nothing but truths on how love makes them feel, and your love makes me feel everlasting. i am ecstatic and i am drunk on your love.
your touch is, simply put, extremely addicting; the feeling of you caressing my skin soothing; your hand holding onto my cheek, pulling me into a soft and sugary kiss-is something that will always,
always be in the back of my mind. every moment we spent together before we confessed led to that very moment. every memory before that very one had no chance in becoming my favorite.
- i want to grow even older with you. but tonight we are still young, and you are a masterpiece in plain sight; that only i can have the opportunity in witnessing so closely.
IV.
sometimes you look at yourself in the mirror and think "am i enough?" and part of me is writing this to tell you that are a enough, and a thousand times over,
you are one of the people who are unfortunate in the way that they are self concours and insecure at times, and i want to make sure you know you are enough for me.
you are so enough in fact that i want to spend the rest of my life with you, if that doesn't show how utterly committed i am to you-to us-and to this relationship in general, then i don't know what would.
V.
you are the most beautiful person i've laid my eyes upon. not only are you like that physically, on the outside, but you have this genuine kindness when it comes to people and making sure they're alright-which you show in the little things you do. you check up on me the very second i'm sick with sweet words and healthy breakfast in bed as you keep me company.
